I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.

O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.